tiny lips cling to a branch
oh! looks so naked at glance
filled with water; a crystal
i pause for a moment to see
small buds sprouting with glee
collecting snow from up above
now it's warming up; i could feel
melting; forming a hanging teardrops
and why won't they fall but twinkle
maybe waiting for darkness when no one
could see and slowly; slowly drips away
i could imagine you're thinking of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem